Ocean and land --- water and sand,
Meet and retreat beneath my bare feet,
While, in the cloudless, azure sky above,
There flies a solitary dove.
Palm fronds on some nearby trees,
Stirred by the gentle, summer breeze,
Sound like buzzing bumblebees,
And breakers rolling toward the shore
Make a muted, muffled roar.
Looking to the left and to the right,
To the very limits of my sight,
I see no other creature but the bird---
No other sound but Nature can be heard.